Fly, o serenade:
My beloved is alone,
with her beautiful head hidden
under the sheets: 
O serenade, fly.
O serenade, fly.

The moonlight is pure, 
wings of silence stretch out,
and behind the veils of the dark alcove
the lamp burns. 
The pure moonbeams shine. 
The pure moonbeams shine. 

Fly, o serenade,
Fly, o serenade, fly. 
Ah! là. Ah! là.

Fly, o serenade:
My beloved is alone,
but still smiling [while] half asleep,
she has returned beneath the sheets: 
O serenade, fly.
O serenade, fly.

The waves dream on the shore,
and the wind [blows] through the branches;
and my kisses don’t result in a nest [being offered],  
by my blonde lady.
Dreaming on the shore, [are] the waves.
Dreaming on the shore, [are] the waves.

Fly, o serenade.
Fly, o serenade, fly. 
Ah! là. Ah! là.